Afterlife As Trash

The poems in Rushika Wicks debutcollection are like little time bombs, packed with shocking and beautifultruths about how we live, what and who we love, how we die. They often feel asif theyve been translated from a mysterious language or passed on in whispers their imagery is so rich and strange and compressed but always in themoment and pushing against conventional lyric and form. She approaches hersubjects with a forensic eye and a deft scalpel, getting to the heart of whatsvital.nbspnbsp Tamar Yoseloff